Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There is no Fern.
the botany club's garden party.
Oh, my God. Stop it!
This isn't happening.
MARCIE: What are you doing?
A Big Stick? Uh-huh.
Come on Let's go we are gonna bring that bitch down Damn!
Elizabeth!
It's called thinking on your toes, a must if you're going to rule the school.
COURTNEY: Polaroid.
It was her thing. I respected that.
Well, there you are.
Liz was a virgin A virgin? She's aint no Madonna and this damn sure ain't no fukkin Love Connection
Yes? Yes?
flatulation, defecation, even, shall we say, complexion defection.
WOMAN: A dash of magenta.
Welcome to Reagan High's senior prom!
The problem is I've forgotten how.
Cool car. Thanks.
She dropped it. She dropped the camera.
[CHATTER ON POLICE RADIO]
See? It's called Demented. Seriously, the color's called Demented.
Devour Feculence
Oh, my God.
Wait a minute. What?
How original.
I bet they couldn't decide who got to wear the dress. Ha,ha,ha.
The little whore is milking it for all she's worth.
I know that's what I would want. No, it's okay.
[SCORPIONS' ROCK YOU LIKE A HURRICANE PLAYING]
Oh, my God. That, like, totally gave me the chills.
[THE DONNAS' CHECKIN' IT OUT PLAYING]
It's okay. I know.
Well, bye.
Everyone wanted to be them.
The power to tell. And you're the kind of girl that tells.
We didn't mean to kill her.
i.e., ultra-pretty. Unapproachable. Always in rehearsal.
But I want to help.
Let's stop pretending, shall we?
Come on. We gotta get out of here.
Like a rock.
not just because she was beautiful and popular and rich and smart.
[LAUGHING]
Take a long, hard look in the mirror, girls.
Fern, it's me, Julie.
Go to hell, Courtney.
COURTNEY: See you at prom tonight, Julie.
You look really great, Fern.
BOY: Planet head. It's nothing to laugh about.
She'd have her way with them.
COURTNEY: Hair frames the portrait. WOMAN: Some gilded.
Aren't we cocky? Too bad you don't have the cock part down.
Liz Purr is part of it.
You're being paranoid. Will you relax?
Help me get her legs. Ugh!
Liz was the only one that meant anything to me.
Think about boys. Think about prom.
God, you're a little sick. I said I could do with a little kink.
That's when Fern showed up.